Being Rural

[thedalaimama]

I've heard that you haven't really lived in the country unless you have had livestock in your house. If the occasional recuperating chicken doesn't count, well... there was the calf I kept in the basement overnight. And, of course, goslings in the bathtub. The first chicks we raised, we brooded in the basement. But, we learned not to do that. As the feathers grow in, the sheath around them disintegrates and turns into a fine, nasty dust that invades everything.

I guess accidental livestock invasions count. A friend told of her goats that would come into the kitchen in search of bread. There are many stories of the ailing calf, foal, or piglet bedded down by the kitchen stove.

I guess I qualify as being really rural.